sunday some-odd

from Tuesday's Child, which I am now admitting is going to be a chaptered fic:

She might as well stare at the television, she decides. It's ad break time; this looks like a movie trailer; something fanciful enough Adrien might enjoy it, with colorful magic sweeping forth from the violinist's bow and the snap of the crowned woman's fingers. The pianist is almost familiar, but Émilie is certain she'd remember if she'd ever seen this bearded man's distinctive facial scar at a casting call. A dramatic sunrise cuts to fiery gold text on black: Mylène Bruel, the crowned woman holding out a red-gold apple; Lila Rossi, the smirking violinist; Adrien Dupain-Cheng, the pianist clutching a walking stick and staring down someone else's swordpoint. Movie title Inherit the Flame; the violinist dropping into the pianist's lap and leaning in for a kiss; premiering Next Friday. Someone hands the bewildered pianist a piano accordion.

The copyright date on the credits scene—

"Two thousand twenty-six?" shrieks Émilie.